she’s warm tea with honey on sunday mornings. the flowers that grow between the cracks in the sidewalk. the pretty candles you’re afraid to burn. the evening sunlight coming through the window. the perfect droplets of early morning dew in the grass. the pinks, oranges, and purples of a sunset. the warm breeze that caresses your skin. the feel of book pages. that nightlight you couldn’t sleep without as a child. the first tendrils of warmth after you snuggle in a blanket. the first sip of your favorite drink you haven’t had in awhile. the feeling when your package finally arrives. she is the sun. and the moon. and the galaxy of stars. the first few notes of a song you haven’t listened to in forever. she is everything good in this world and it is a privilege to love her. even more so to be loved by her.
